She ran out of the kitchen with a mocking laugh, giving the sky a cold look.
When the poison took effect, no one knew where that idiot was—behind the artificial hill, or by the lake. But no matter where he was, it couldn't have been in the kitchen, and no one would have connected his death with that medicinal dish.
Thinking of this, she quickened her pace even more.
"Ten, eleven, twelve..."
As he recited the mantra, Yu Zigui simultaneously channeled his inner energy.
Several black spheres protrude from under the skin at the four acupoints: Juque, Shenfeng, Tianchi, and Burong.
"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen..."
Following the direction of the true energy, she slowly moved it to the acupoint on her right arm, then continued downwards, converging at her little finger. She opened another steamer on the stove and dripped the black blood she had forced out into it.
"twenty."
The blood seeped into the thick soup and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"You brat, you forgot to send the young master's portion!" The head maid stormed into the kitchen in a fit of rage.
"Luckily it didn't burn dry, or you'd be in for a world of hurt!"
Holding the bowl of medicinal food, she walked gracefully into the rain.
Volume One, Chapter Twelve
Beneath her skin were lumps, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing at her flesh and bones.
Cold sweat trickled down her cheeks, and she could vaguely see a pale, ghastly moon hanging in the sky.
Another fifteenth night has come, she thought helplessly.
Ever since she was old enough to understand, a full moon had meant the arrival of suffering. Month after month, year after year, she began to doubt whether she would live to see the next fifteenth, or even another full moon.
She's about to die, it hurts so much, she'd rather just die.
"This is really the last time, open your little mouth, okay, Agui?"
No, no, she didn't want to drink any more medicine that was so bitter, nor did she want to hear any lies about "this being the last time."
She shook her head frantically, venting her despair and impatience.
Pat, pat.
Warm water droplets fell on her cheeks and then slid into her lips.
It's bitter.
"It's all my fault, Mother."
Such a fragile tone, it couldn't be her mother, how could it possibly be her mother?
"It's all my fault..." she repeated over and over again.
Her body was trembling, but it wasn't her trembling that was shaking. With difficulty, she forced open her tired eyelids.
She really is my mother.
Don't blame yourself, Mother. It's because A-Gui is tired, really tired.
She wanted to say that, but the pain prevented her from speaking.
"Ti, let go."
"No……"
"If this continues, A-Gui will die from the pain."
Dad really understands her.
“Agui was infected with Gu in the womb. Gu spawns larvae. Even if the onset of the adult worm is temporarily slowed, the larvae will grow every month. Suppressing it with medicine is not a solution. There is only one way now.”
“You mean… but Agui is only four years old, she can’t handle it.”
"I understand."
A large, calloused hand touched her eyelids, obscuring her vision.
“But this is the only way.” The man’s voice was low and hoarse. “My dear daughter, don’t blame your mother. Blame your father instead.”
No, she didn't resent it, not at all.
A powerful aura surged from her back to her heart, then rushed through her blood like a torrent, as if trying to pull out the tiny worms that had burrowed into her flesh and bones.
This pain is worse than ever before; it's as if it's adding up all the pain that will come in the future.
She was in so much pain that she fainted, then woke up only to be in pain again, and this cycle repeated itself, with a voice always in her ear.
"Agui, my darling..."
If she gives up like this, won't her parents mistakenly think that she is blaming them?
She truly had no resentment; she was determined to say these things herself, and moreover—
Mom and Dad, could you please stop playing this kind of upside-down game? She's still young and easily confused.